Chapter 19
Romero massaged his aching hands, silently watching his men dispose of his handiwork promptly. The rug would need to be replaced, of course. Every square inch of the floor was already being scrubbed by his maids, who he always paid handsomely to never ask questions.
The lifeless body of the gunman was rolled in the rug and lifted up by half a dozen men.
”Take it out the back way. Drive it to the river. Weigh it down. Don”t forget this.”
Johnny passed the fire poker to the men responsible for disposing of the evidence. A necessary thing to get rid of, since it was red hot a while ago and would be considered the weapon of murder.
Romero cracked his neck back into place, taking slow, deep breaths.
This was a problem. A big fucking problem.
Little Sal Esposito wanted to get even for what Tomasso did to Big Sal. But this couldn”t be. Tomasso paid him back in the end, albeit months later. Big Sal, however, received Romero”s message loud and clear when he sent his men back in pieces when they first demanded payment of money.
He would never come after his family again.
Once Tomasso paid Big Sal, the debt should have been considered closed.
What the fuck did Junior want?